A Comfortable Silence (Jayxreader)

Im gonna be late

"Ha!?" I looked down at my phone. I'm gonna be be late "Eh? Now? I'm hosting something today.... this is gonna be a pain" I complained to the large group in front of me.

"Luid bitch, dood haar"

"What? That sounds Dutch? German?" I leaned my hip out for a second "Werden Sie alle schwierig sein?".
No that's not it, Dutch it is.

"Listen I don't know Dutch very well, after I kill you all I practice a lot, in your honor"

I'm to lazy to count but there's around 13? 14? I look around. There's not many things around her I can use as a weapon... damn it.

I search through my bag, I pull out a glass water bottle. A small note on the side.

'Drink water, you were up late ♡'
-Nat

Aw, how sweet, a weapon. I twirl the bottle in my hand like a small bat. This will work nicely. I turn back to the group.

"I'm ready~"

A guy charges towards me with a machete, I use a thick math book as a small shield and cave his teeth in with the bottle, from impact it broke. The man went limp with water and blood spilling from his mouth.

I pick up his machete, disregarding the broken bottle.

Remember sword practice with Hellion guys, well it's about to get a lot more graphic.

Two more guys rush to me, swinging their weapons. I swiftly slash at their abdomens while it was unguarded, while their hands drop to their spilling intestines I lacerate their necks.

Sharp pain came from my shoulder. I whish around, swinging the machete back first, cutting through something cleanly. I peer down at the hand and wrist bleeding on the concrete.

I meet eyes with a shock filled women as she stiffens.

"I guess the blades of murder is all for equality" I grin before swinging at her neck.

Once, twice.

"Hurry, hurry" I groan, ducking then lunging forward, piercing through a man's chest "I'm gonna be late at this rate"

I toss the man back at another attacker, letting his head get hacked off by his aly. I grab the dropped hammer and crush it down on the other man's temple.

Duck.

I shove myself to the floor, a bat swung right at where my head was before. I push my lower body up and wrap my legs around the guys arms. He tries to free himself, pulling me up to his head, I grab his hair and ram the hammer into his eyes repeatedly till he falls to the floor with me on top of him.

I huff out a short breathe, I look down at his pants. I quickly take off his belt. Freaks, It's durable. I whip the buckle to my right at, snapping it at someone's eye, I bolt at them, wrapping the leather around their neck.

When I look up I glare at the oncoming attackers. I snap the womans neck then swing her over me at them, knocking over a guy.

I wrap the belt around my wrists, catching an attempted stab by wrapping the belt around the man's arm. I pull his arm down then knee his elbow inward, I grab his knife wielding hand and force it into his eye.

Behind you

I unwrap him and hold the belt up in defense. A machete comes down and carves through the belt. I drop it and roll away near a trash can.

That one's sharp, the one day I don't have a gun. I look down in the trash can. No I refuse.

There's a light bulb thing